It was raining lightly this morning when I decided to go to the beach, though the weather was cool and pleasant.

I put some leftover food, meat, and bone I had collected from the neighbors in my backpack and headed to the beach. At first, I felt my bike had a problem, but I did not know exactly where the problem was. It was as if its gears were not working properly.

Suddenly I saw a herd of hungry stray dogs approaching. Dozens of hungry dogs were running toward me and I thought to myself, I might not be able to reach the beach right now as my bike was showing bad signs, so, the least I can do is to feed these hungry dogs.

I stopped there and took the plastics out of my backpack. The dogs growled at me and were walking away when I waved to them. One of them turned and looked at me and barked. Then, the others returned too.

I took the food out of the bags because I did not want the plastic bags to remain in nature. One of the dogs was so hungry that it did not allow me to open the plastic bag, and pulled the bag with its teeth and tore it.

As usual, I put the food in several different places so that the stronger animals would not bully the weaker ones and they would all eat a little at least.

As I walked away from the dogs, I noticed that my bicycle was in a very bad shape and part of its Derailleur gears was completely broken. At the same time, the driver of a blue pickup truck coming from the distance stopped thinking that the dogs had attacked me.

So, I took the opportunity and with the help of the kind driver returned to the city, straight to my repair guy to fix the bike!

In the afternoon of the same day, however, I could not bear it, and before it was too late and before it gets too cold, enough to freeze the human bones, I reached the shore, to watch the beach for minutes …

When it got dark, the rain turned to snow and we finally experienced our first snow of the year…